Cities And Memory

"I know I’m not alone in having many experiences of waiting for the bus. Sometimes anxiety-ridden and isolating, other times sweetened by the company of friends or a loved one. Either way, the bus brings to mind nostalgia, impermanence, and above all, connection. "My memories of waiting at the bus stop layer like patches in this track, tiny dots weaving through various recollections. A mental tug of war between the days events and future dreaming. The bus ride itself is like being in a cradle: the hum, the screeching, and the hydraulics coming together in it’s own unique score. "Whenever I find myself waiting for the bus, I always feel simultaneously alone and connected. Linked, as if all of us passengers were bound together in a web of melancholy. These moments of waiting aren’t passive: they’re kids playing, thoughts running back and forth like a game of tag. The recording of children waiting for the bus brought to mind the transience of childhood and the idea of life as a journey. After all, as the famil